New. I never loved that well, I swear by this day.
Lu. What, my boy?
New. Your mind is, sith I fast three meals every Good Friday,
That I eat nothing but onions and leeks alway.
Lu. Nay, my mind is, sith thou thy part canst play,
That thou adjoin like to like alway.
New. Tush, tush, godfather Devil, for that have thou no care:
Thou knowest that like will to like, quoth the Devil to the Collier.
And thou shalt see, that such match I shall make anon,